Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nevermind ❯ Three Hours ( Chapter 6 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Shonen Ai. I don't own them, I just do mean things to them. I realise these chapters may seem short (barely three pages) but it's easier for me to seperate into scenes that way. I hope you still enjoy the stuff I put these boys through! I want to thank everyone who has reviewed - Reviews are what give me the courage to write each new chapter!!!!

Innocence is Futile.

NEVERMIND
By Raven Pan

VI - Three Hours
Monday, March 15 - Wednesday, March 17

"GOTEN!!!!"

I couldn't believe this was happening. It couldn't happen, not now, not ever. I wasn't about to lose you.

Before the Doctor could even get into the room, I was straddled over your body, giving compressions to keep your heart going. "Damnit, take those fucking tubes out so he can breathe!" I yelled at Dr. Shimoyama.

"One of those tubes is so he can breathe, Trunks," I hated how calm he was as he grabbed a bag and attatched it to one of the tubes, causing you to breathe every time I paused in compressions. Another doctor came in to help, bringing in those electrical paddles that seem so popular on television.

Like hell I was going to let them shock you with electricity. Not when I could use ki to do effectively the same thing, without risk of frying your brain, burning your skin, disrupting your cellular structure - if you want to get technical. Before the other doctor, some guy probably just out of medical school, could even get to the bed you were laying on - I focused my own personal ki into my hands, then pushed it out of them.

Into your body I could feel it go, searching out the small spark of your own ki, and grasping it in a life-grip. I focused on your ki and kept pulling, coaxing it back to you while I continued manually pressing down on your chest to force your heart to do its job.

I was so terrified of losing you, I didn't care that I might have to explain this to the unnamed doctor later.

Come to think of it, I never did find out his name.

Not that it matters.

It was there, that tiniest of sparks, barely glimmering within you. I held on for all I was worth, trying so desperately to keep you with me. I knew in that moment that if you died, I would too - whether by force, or broken heart. I never before realised just how much I need you, Chibi....

I wasn't about to let you go without a fight. And indeed, it was a battle. Hard fought over three hours.

Three hours I fought against the sickness that was trying to take you away from me. Three hours I held on, dragging your life back into your body, and draining my own life into it with my desperate attempt to preserve your continued existance.

Denying your body the death it seemed wanting to embrace so desperately.

I was even more desperate.

Three hours...before darkness consumed me. I can still hear the last thing that my ears acknowledged as I let exhaustion and black overtake me.

It was the pulsing tone of your heart monitor.

I awoke to find myself laying in a bed beside yours; a path, only just wide enough for a man to walk through, between us.

I was never so thankful to hear that damnable heart-monitor beeping away, despite it's pitch already starting back up that damn headache I've had since this whole thing started the first time you were sick last year.

"We did it," I said quietly, looking over to where you still lay, as though you were sleeping. "We got you a new lease - it can only go up from here... right?"

"Right," I refocused my gaze past you to see your brother sitting in his usual place. "You saved his life, Trunks - Thank you."

"What're you doing here, Gohan?"

"Keeping an eye on you two. You've been out for almost three days, Trunks." Gohan chuckled, "Happy Saint Patrick's day."

Nerd always did like all the holidays - didn't matter what country they came from, he was sure to know each and every one. "Just don't pinch us this year for not wearing green, okay?"

"I think you've earned the right to a pinch-free year," Gohan smiled.

He didn't say anything more, and for a long while, we were both silent. "Gohan?"

"Yeah?"

"I know this'll sound stupid but... I'm kinda weak and can't get out of the bed-" I paused at his raised eyebrow, "No, not THAT! I can tell they put a damn catheter in me," I grumbled.

He laughed. Your stupid brother laughed at me! I bet he has no clue how embarrassing this is. "What is it then?" he asked, apparently still extremely amused.

"Can you bring our beds closer together?" I looked away, not wanting to see his reaction, "I've held his hand through almost this entire sickness... I don't want him to wake up and think I left him."

"He won't think that, Trunks - you know better than that."

"I don't care, please, Gohan? Just... just do it?"

"Sure... not a problem."

I gave him a thankful look as he did what I asked, and without my asking him, he took initiative and put down the bars on our beds before pushing them flush up against each other. I just looked at him curiously, and he chuckled slightly. "I'm not stupid."

"I didn't say you were," out loud, anyway, I added silently to myself.

"I was just saying I wasn't." At my frown of confusion, he continued. "I know what's going on. Just because your parents and my mom are in denial, doesn't mean-"

"Doesn't. Mean. What?" I half-growled.

"Doesn't mean that we don't see it," another voice spoke up.

"Goku?" I looked to where the voice was coming from, the doorway. Sure enough, there the tallest of the Saiyajins stood - thank Kami he finally decided to start using the door. I swear, one more Instant Transmission into the room and I'd be the one needing a heart monitor.

"Yeah, just coming in to check on you boys. It's good to see you awake."

"Good to be awake, I guess," I shrugged.

"Chichi sent some food, if you want any," He offered, holding up a capsule that I knew held a triple saiyajin sized meal.

"Maybe later, I'm kinda tired," I looked back to you, scooting over just enough to push your bangs out of your face. Funny how when you're not well, your hair droops.

I wonder if that means I'm the least healthy of us all?

I heard a light click of sound as the capsule was set on the tray next to my bed, and looked up to see Goku looking down on us with that same strange look he'd had when I first brought you here weeks ago.

This time I had a better chance of figuring out what it meant. Because of the comments made earlier, I could tell it was a look that said - I know what's going on.... and it's okay.

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